Interlude (Depression) Lyrics

Settling into depression

Not to mention

I have turned it into a weapon

Legendary as the Vorpal Sword

Mystical as the Excalibur

I do not need or want an award

I'm moving up to a higher caliber

You acted like you were family like you were fucking kin

Now your life ain't even worth a tattoo in my fucking skin

Misplaced trust

Unreciprocated love

The ghost of your former self

Tells you it's not enough

What happens when you tell your conscience to shut the fuck up?

And you stop taking advice, chasing your vice

Turn out the lights, closing your eyes

When you wake up and your eyes are still closed, do you even want to open them?

Are you filled with dread and hopelessness?

Thinking about death and how close it is?

I know I am

How long is a life span?

Perfect timing

Spend it wisely

We're continuing the circle

Smoking on some purple

Trying to forget anything and everything

That was hurtful

This is life

Is there a purpose?

If so, do we find it in the gutter

Or do we find it in churches?

Under the bridge downtown?

Or through acts of service?

I'm interested in digging down deep

Where the dirt is